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When your spouse is a voice actor….
Harry Shum Jr: Alright I’m about to cook some dinner right no- Shelby Rabara [in her Peridot voice]: No one wants to eat your dinner you clod.
My future husband will have to deal with the same thing…
=w=b
Im crying they’re so cute
He honestly looks so disrespected and confused
I will never get tired of this.
Queen Mutha Badu 📸 by me
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#blackgirlmagic at its purest 📸 by Illumeenous
The Dark Tower series tells the story of Roland Deschain, Mid-World’s last gunslinger, who is traveling southeast across Mid-World’s post-apocalyptic landscape, searching for the powerful but elusive magical edifice known as The Dark Tower. Located in the fey region of End-World, amid a sea of singing red roses, the Dark Tower is the nexus point of the time-space continuum. It is the heart of all worlds, but it is also under threat. Someone, or something, is using the evil technology of the Great Old Ones to destroy it.
In Roland’s where and when, the world has already begun to move on. Time and direction are in drift, and the fabric of reality is fraying. However, things are about to get much worse.
Love.....💘📸by @illumeenous
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The geek is strong within the family. I'm blessed to have loved ones that share my nerdiness, even if they're ever so slightly cooler than I am lol. @substantialmusic You my brother Numpsey are the dopest brother ever!!!! #familyfirst #treats #ijustpettedthebox #thesearchisover #geeksigh
[IMAGE: Lindsey Lunsford gathers peppers at TULIP’s community garden. Photo by Wil Sands.]
These Black farmers don’t stop at healthy food. They’re healing trauma, instilling collective values, and changing the way their communities think about the land.
A few years ago, while clearing dried broccoli stalks from the tired soil of our land at Soul Fire Farm in upstate New York, I received a cold call from Boston. On the other end was a Black woman, unknown to me, who wanted to share her story of trying to make it as a farmer.
Through tears, she explained the discrimination and obstacles she faced in a training program she’d joined, as well as in gaining access to land and credit. She wondered whether Black farming was destined for extinction. She said she wanted to hear the voice of another African-descendant farmer so that she could believe “it was possible” and sustain hope.
The challenges she encountered are not new. For decades, the U.S. Department of Agriculture discriminated against Black farmers, excluding them from farm loans and assistance. Meanwhile, racist violence in the South targeted land-owning Black farmers, whose very existence threatened the sharecropping system. These factors led to the loss of about 14 million acres of Black-owned rural land—an area nearly the size of West Virginia.
In 1982, the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights extrapolated the statistics on land loss and predicted the extinction of the Black farmer by the year 2000.
They were wrong. While the situation is still dire, with Black farmers comprising only about 1 percent of the industry, we have not disappeared. After more than a century of decline, the number of Black farmers is on the rise.
These farmers are not just growing food, either. The ones you’ll meet here rely on survival strategies inherited from their ancestors, such as collectivism and commitment to social change. They infuse popular education, activism, and collective ownership into their work.
And about that woman who called me from Boston? Years after we first spoke, I called her back. Turns out, she is still at it.
Please, read this story told by the real guy, who witnessed everything on his own. He is not from BLM. He’s not a hater. But these situations made him almost cry over the unfairness. This is outrageous! How can our world carry such bastards who glory in their strength, who abuse their power? The story must be spread out to show once more that the police has to be controlled and has to be punished for their unlawful actions.
#BLM
the difference is a black life…
African-Americans have long lived with unanswered questions about their roots, missing branches in their family trees and stubborn silences from elders reluctant to delve into a painful past that extends back to slavery. This month, scores of readers wrote to us, saying they had finally found clues in an unexpected place: an article published in The New York Times.
The story described the sale of 272 slaves in 1838. The men, women and children were owned by the nation’s most prominent Jesuit priests. And they were sold — for about $3.3 million in today’s dollars — to help the college now known as Georgetown University stay afloat. We asked readers to contact us if they suspected that their ancestors were among those slaves, who had labored on Jesuit plantations in Maryland before being sold to new owners in Louisiana.
With the help of Judy Riffel, a genealogist hired by the Georgetown Memory Project, a group dedicated to supporting and identifying the descendants of the slaves, we were able to confirm the ancestry of several respondents. Here are their stories…
Wow… just serves as a reminder of how these institutions all around us today were built on the backs of the enslaved… of our relatives. One lady was walking everyday right by the university her ancestors were sold to save.
“My friends all call me Tulip.”
Ruth Negga as Tulip O’Hare in the pilot episode of AMC’s Preacher (2016)
“… Edgardo Miranda-Rodriguez connected with the Latino comics-reading community by doing what he always does: Acknowledging his roots and applying it to his work, no matter the medium. As a result, many Puerto Rican institutions began contacting him, including the organizers of National Puerto Rican Day Parade in New York; they told Miranda-Rodriguez they’d be excited to collaborate with him.
“All these cultural, educational, political organizations [that represent Puerto Rico] are reaching out to me? This is insane,” Miranda-Rodriguez recounted thinking — as Grandma Estela connected with readers.
So Miranda-Rodriguez gave the Puerto Rican Day Parade organizers an idea: Build a presentation during the parade based on a new Puerto Rican superhero.
“I pitched it to the parade and said: ‘What if we did an original comic book, and it was a collaboration between my studio [Somos Arte] and the parade?’ And they loved it,” Miranda-Rodriguez said. “It was something that had never been done before.”
So he set out to create a hero who would represent Puerto Rican culture and bring light to issues that weigh heavy on the minds of many in the Puerto Rican community…”
Keep reading at washingtonpost
have you ever craved someone? not in a sexual way, but you just wanted to hear the sound of their voice or feel the warmth of their body
